[Location: Adventure Zone] [open to any!]

[imperial_long]

Good afternoon, Taxon: there is an enormous black dragon flying in lazy circles above the city.

Specifically, above the Northern District, that nebulous area currently masquerading as Fantasyland. After all, what's a good castle adventure without a dragon? Even if the dragon is distinctly Eastern in flavor rather than Western.

On the map, the dragon displays as Oolong. In the air, Oolong loops like a black ribbon, drifting down from the sky in long, rippling undulations as he scans the woods below for interesting things.

'Interesting things' qualify as sheep. Or deer. Or, perhaps, even a goblin here or there.

Either way, he's visible from anywhere in Adventure Zone... and for that matter, probably visible from parts of the regular city too.



[OOC: Oolong in da house! Long is currently a 90-foot-long Chinese imperial dragon. He still has his tablet on him. Feel free to approach him in any way from terror to glee.]

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[imperial_long]

"Oh, is that all?" Oolong says with a blink, feeling oddly disappointed that nothing more glamorous than serving as an impromptu elevator is required of him. Sherlock had him slay orcs.

"Of course, then."

He puts his hand down, palm up, fingers and thumb thick as a man's thigh splayed wide, claws the length and shape of a cow's ribs resting idle and quiescent. A horse could stand on that hand, but it might not want to. The black scales are warm, like flagstones that have been kissed by the sun for hours. He waits patiently for Horst to step onto the Oolong Express.

[trojanhorst]

Horst laughs, delighted, at is that all? "It wouldn't seem like such a small favor were you to ask me to do the same quid pro quo. Therefore, I must be grateful for your help."

Even though Long has been, to this point, quite comfortable rolling around on the ground, Horst still has his manners. Accordingly, he lifts each foot and takes some care to wipe the soles of his shoes as he steps up onto Long's very generously sized palm. Horst settles into a crouch, not trusting himself to be able to keep his balance standing, and not wanting to have to put Long to the trouble of hanging onto him.

"Much obliged," he says, waiting to be relocated. "Is there anything I can bring for you, on a future visit?"

[imperial_long]

Oolong's vast and toothy smile grows more so at Horst's demure foot-wiping. He waits until the vampire is situated, then up, up, up they go, smooth as can be towards yonder tower.

"I do not believe so," the dragon's voice rumbles thoughtfully. "My current concerns are primarily the acquisition of meat, but it is infinitely more satisfying to hunt deer or goats or cattle for one's self than to have meat brought unto one. Unless you happen to know the methods of Hunan-style preparation of pork, which, frankly, I doubt, meaning no offence. Still, it is quite thoughtful of you to ask."

The tower moves closer (or, technically, Oolong and his hand do).

"Charming architecture," the dragon confides in a basso profundo murmur. "The trellis-with-ivy betrays a touch of the romantic. Well, here we are, I suppose."

The hand comes to a stop next to the aforementioned trellis, climbing conveniently by the open window.